Her Moons Denouement by Max Hardy

Author:Max Hardy [Hardy, Max]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-10-29T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

The man was struggling ineffectually as the two women, one dressed as a Pierrot clown, the other a Choupoao, an old Chinese Hag Clown, dragged him over the varnished oak floorboards into a room furnished as a normal study. He had a coarse grain sack over his head and tied around the neck. His orange Kashaya robe was starting to unravel, exposing the body underneath, which was naked and barefoot. His hands were tied behind his back with barbed wire, the prongs on the wire penetrating the soft flesh of the wrists, drawing droplets of blood.

The Clowns pulled him into the middle of the room and dropped him onto a Persian rug. His legs started to kick out, trying to get leverage and balance as he squirmed, muted groaning and stifled shouts coming from within the sack over his head. The Choupoao leant over and with an animalistic growl, threw a powerful sideswipe with her left fist, connecting with the side of his head, which jarred sharply. He stopped moving.

Pierrot quickly walked to a writing desk at the side of the study and grabbed a role of barbed wire from the top of it. She turned back to the rug, where Choupoao was forcing the Monks legs into a lotus position. Pierrot started to roll the barbed wire around the legs, pulling it tight to hold them in position. Choupoao then lifted his torso up from the floor, undoing the barbed wire tying his hands, and tore the robe away from his body, leaving him naked. She then positioned his arms on his restrained knees. Pierrot secured the wrists around the knees and swirled the remainder of the wire around his torso, right up to his neck. She pulled the sack cloth off, revealing a bald, young man, his mouth wide open and filled with an orange rag. His eyes were fluttering, consciousness starting to return. She finished by looping the last of the barb wire around his neck and pulled it as tight as she could, the whole length of it digging further into his naked body, causing obvious pain, enough for him to awake and scream almost silently into the orange rag.

They both pushed him into a sitting lotus position. Pierrot returned to the desk and retrieved a folder from it, passing it to Choupoao and then sat down in a leather bound chair, spinning it to face the back of the Monk. Choupoao walked around in front of him, then sat down cross legged, placing the closed folder on the rug between them.

She placed the palms of her hands together then raised them slightly in time with her head tilting forward until they touched her eyebrows and the tip of her nose.

‘Namaste Chodak. Your Karma Mudra would like to speak to you tonight. Although Namaste probably isn’t the right greeting at all because that is the last time I will ever bow to you. It is the last time I will ever call you Master Yogi.’

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